Psychic Witch Novels & Stories

Willow immediately bowed her head after finally regaining her composure when the reality of the situation cleared up. "Goddess Hecate, it's such an honor." Willow's heart thundered in her chest. To meet the Goddess of Witchcraft was a very rare occurrence amongst the Witches, and she only showed herself to those with exceptional power. Hecate's eyes twinkled with amusement as she turned her back to her and began walking through the mist. Willow raised her foot to follow when she felt something cold and smooth slither past her. Glancing down into the mist, a serpent with scales that were like oil on water had brushed alongside of her, but paid her no mind. She sucked in a breath until the ser

He asked in a teasing voice, “They told you? Are your witch senses like a voice in your head?” I laughed. “No. Every witch has different psychic senses, so I suppose it could work like that if they are clairaudient, although no one I know who has it has ever described it like that. No, mine are more claircognizant. I just know things sometimes. It’ll pop into my head like I suddenly remembered it, only I didn’t know it before.” “Interesting.” We stood together in silence for a moment. He still had his arms wrapped around me from behind.

She smiled coming to that conclusion. Vastria opened her eyes leaving her psyche. This was the second time she had dove into her own psyche. This time it was different. As she looked around her room, the world was spinning before her. She became dizzy. She thought she came out of her psyche to fast. Otherwise it would be the rush of new information the whispers left her before she left her psyche. The whispers spoke to her in a rush. You must find your witches grimoire. Only then will you be a completed grand witch. Find it young witch. Find the other you must be joined with. Only the two joined will fulfill a great destiny.

Emily sighed in relief, she had expected him to be skeptical and laugh about it but he didn't. Her case was one of the rarest cases of witchcraft. Though witches had the ability to manipulate and control energy, power, nature, etc they had to draw that ability from somewhere. Most witches drew it from one of the four elements; Water, Air, Fire, and Earth. Some from nature which was partly Earth. Then black magic used sacrifices and blood to generate power. Wizards were said to be connected with the 5th element which was the Spirit and Sorcerers which were the highest witches could draw energy from all of them.

I muttered slowly as I lowered myself to her sitting position. Another round of laughter left her lips. "And how would you do that, bitch? By breaking into my mind?" She was shaking her head amusingly. "I'm a witch, stupid. Do you think I had never prepared myself for that?" She sounded again, ever so confident. "I had prepared myself for that, bitch, and the only thing you'll find in there is rotten darkness. You'll never be able to see anything else, I swear."

I replied. Xanthea walked before me and hurried up to catch his pace, still wondering how I didn't feel any pain. while my head had hit the irons in the car seats. “What is with this with any way. I thought werewolves aren't witch?” I began a conversation. “According to Leo, she's a psychic medium and she has the knowledge of what we seek” he briefly explained. We caught up to Leo and he said “at least that was what my friend told me. She stays here because she doesn't want people to bother her. But he said her powers are real”

I muttered slowly as I lowered myself to her sitting position. Another round of laughter left her lips. "And how would you two manage to do that, bitch? By breaking into my mind?" She was shaking her head amusingly. "I'm a witch, stupid. Do you think I had never prepared myself for that?" She sounded again, ever so confident. "I had prepared myself for that bitch, and the only thing you'll find in there is rotten darkness. You'll never be able to see anything else, I swear,"

No wonder he's been quiet this week, it was because he was plotting which is why he doesn't want me to notice him, and as for how he got a witch to help him create the wendigo and also gave him that powder, it's a simple thing to crack. He went to seek help from Elisa, the cold witch, A.K.A. the lone witch. She's a white witch who is in no coven, likes to work alone, and also has some annoying fucked up relationship with Dad, she was also the one who built the barrier and so it was easy for the Wendigos to break through it. “Have you figured out who the person is?” Dexter asks, both of them now looking at me waiting for me to spill the person's name.

I tried to touch it again but it was flying too fast. “Nen, is it a good idea to touch an unidentified flying object?” Ethan started, drawing me back to him with my elbow. “It’s not an object,” I said, rolling my eyes. Ethan gave me a look. “It’s not!” I continued. “Can’t you see, it has life? It’s…alive.” I said, reaching out to touch the moth-like creature. It came to me this time, settling on the tip of my index finger. It left almost immediately, flying straight to the exit of the garage. Then, it clicked. It wanted to come with! Finally, my witch powers were going to have some importance. I stood up and took Ethan’s hand in mine.

"Hahaha! What can you do to me? You can't handle a low spirit like that woman, but you wanted to banish me from this place?!" Suddenly, the incubus fly towards him and in a blink of an eye, he already stand an inch in front of Alka and whispered on Alka's ear, "You're just a psychic, who invites spirits and demons like us to get to you. But I'm not greedy to take over your body and soul for myself." Alka pushed Lascivia away, "So you think I'm weak to throw you out?" "Aren't you?" Lascivia snapped his finger and Alka can't move a finger at all in an instant.